How can one resist writing a story or poem based on the picture that Magpie Tales provides? Here is my Magpie 25...
Turned to the Right
It's been a long time that anyone has turned me to the right.
I have let the key turn to any soul who was a friend of this house.
Your Grandfather turned me every night after a long days work.
On the other side were smells of delicious stews, simmering over the fire as your Grandmother hummed a melancholy song while sitting her chair knitting. Your Mother, as a child; played, laughed, read, and grew.
For a while, I was turned to the left and left I was- to be still. All around the grass grew, taller even than the front steps. The oak grew grandly and towers over this small abode. But, I am glad you are here and even though I am slightly resisting your key, it is just to hold onto the moment a little longer.